Slow down. Sleep more. Cook a bit. Laugh a lot.
I’ve been here a week. I’ve seen some live comedy. I’ve done a night tour of Scotland’s most haunted graveyard (no ghostly attacks, but I’ll probably go again).
A few nights ago my housemates threw a surprise birthday party for me. They’ve been threatening it for [...]
Exactly five months after I hefted my pack upon my shoulders and walked out of the house in Townsville, I walked through the door of my new home in Edinburgh and set it down. My housemates picked me up from the bus station and we had a pint in a Scottish pub in the way [...]
Or, Not Spanish, Basque or How a bunch of girls drank me under the table.
I think I’ve discovered the friendliest people in Europe, if not the world. I’ve spent three nights in Azkoitia, the heartland of Euskadi, the Basque country. I came to visit Dafne, a friend I made in Chiang Mai, and her family [...]
Or, I fought Renfe, and Renfe won.
Getting to Bilbao was supposed to be fairly simple, but a series of late trains led to missed connections everywhere, and I found myself stranded in dusty Miranda de Ebro for about five hours. Never one to miss an opportunity to explore a new town, I went awanderin’ (with [...]